KMcKinley

Among the treches i see men,
some old friend and others i have just recently met.


We are all different, none alike,
But one thing we share is clear in sight.

For freedom we all stand,
Fighting for neighbors, and always willing to lend a hand.
Making sure our contry is free,
But let me tell you freedom don't come free.

It costs the laughter and joy in a soldiors face,
Simply wanting all of those horrible memories to be erased.

It costs the lives of many men,
Dear loved ones that won't be back again.

Day by day i see smiles,
Turn into faces of fright.
Days slowly becoming longer,
And the burden of having to stay alert all night.

Some fight for children,
Others for a loved one.

And a few fight for the the thrill,
Of embracing a gun.

Through my eyes,
I see the spirit of a soldior fade away.
Though a hero,
Is what he is expected to portray.

The sparkle that once shown,
Can no longer be found.

And all that was there,
Is no longer around.

When all of this will end,
No one knows.
The time for peace on this earth,
Is still unknown